Konig came over to your house to drop off some papers. To be polite, you offer him some tea, and he accepts.

You are in the kitchen when you hear Konig call from the lounge: “Can I let your dog in? It’s scratching at the door.”

“Sure, he is friendly.” You call back. But as you say this your see Binks, your only dog, look up as you as he cowers under the kitchen table.